There was once a great scientist who had the boundless creativity of a child and the brains of all the scientists of all time ranging from the genius Einstein to the philosophic mind of Newton. The scientist lived by the name of Bob. He was a man of scrawny physique and his hair as terrible as a rat's nest.
As for his life, Bob's life consisted of constant demands of work and never ending deadlines to testing and diagnosing unique forms unique forms of calamities from patients of all demographics and sizes.
Speaking of Bob, it was a rainy Sunday morning and he started his normal weekend routine as usual, starting by having breakfast, the healthiest meal of the day, according to him.
'I wonder what's going on? Haven't heard from anyone recently since the news media has been shut off', he thought to himself
Bob stretched out his toothpick fingers and dragged his box-radio. A bony finger pressed the 'on' button .
'TSSSST! Good morning all viewers. Hope you are doing well. BREAKING NEWS: A pandemic has risen and has taken the lives of countless innocents. Statistics state the following: Africa: two hundred million; Asia: five hundred million; Americas: two hundred billion; Europe: nine hundred billion, etc.'
Bob turned off the radio. 'Myriads of fates have been sealed. What can I do? I, Bob, promise to be the one who saves the world from this.', he mentally muttered to himself, commenting internally on the reports given as of recent.
Bob set his remained scraps of breakfast, being a sandwich. Pulling his white doctor's coat, he set himself to complete his inner resolve.
Passed the corridors, up the stairs and before, Bob was a bookshelf.
Bob spun the bookshelf, then a series of doors opened. Finally a metal door with a numeric keyboard revealed itself.
With great speed and accuracy, Bob pressed the buttons and a 'DING" sound was made.
Fumes from the door slowly swirled across the air creating unique shapes.
'Time to get stated', he muttered.
He inhaled deeply, cleared his mind and his body and mind complied his inner resolve and keep his purpose true: To cure the human race of an overpowered disease.
He raced across all books and researched.
Bob dashed for all ingredients and mixed them all.
Two months passed and Bob's medicine caused things to be worse.
Realising this, Bob though: 'I thought I had the solution'.
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Story of Bob
AcciónA great catastrophe has befell upon the world and the population is dying. To solve the great pandemic, a grand genius by the name of Bob, must fix his reckless errors in creating the virus and set things right. Will he succeed in his quest for r...
